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Ty could feel everyone's hands pulling at him, clawing, and no matter how hard he fought he couldn't get
back out of the crowd, was only pulled further in. He tried to locate Jimmy again, but the fire fighter had
disappeared. His radio was gone, and all he could see were angry faces.
Jimmy finally fell to the ground and began to crawl through the sea of legs, trying to get out of the crowd. If
he could get back to the truck.. he might be able to do something. He knew he could do something. He just
had to get there.
Sully was thrown to the ground, and he looked at his location. He seemed to be in the middle of it all. No
one was doing much here, except for standing in a tight circle. He saw a commotion and winced as Davis
came crashing though and hit the ground. Someone from the circle stepped forward, dragging him to the
centre. For the first time Sully could see a firetruck. A firetruck among other emergency workers, stripped of
their gear.
"Sully, you okay?" Kim asked, leaning over. Sully nodded.
There was Kim, Carlos, Doc, Davis, DK and a few other firefighters Sully didn't really know. Probably from
the same truck as DK, which meant Jimmy was probably here too.
"Jimmy here?" he asked.
"Yea, I think he might of made it out" Kim commented.
"Everyone here okay?" Sully asked.
"We think DK might have a broken arm, Davis looks like he's got some cuts, that's about it, they haven't
really hurt us-"
"Just surrounded us as an angry mob, right?" Sully asked sarcastically.
There was a brief silence, and then soemthing that sounded like.... water.
Jimmy had gotten out. He stuck low to the ground, crouching behind the circle and heading back to the
truck, hoping to god he wouldn't be seen again. Kim was in there somewhere. Kim. His heart ached.
Someone grabbed him on the shoulder and he turned, quickly.
"Shit, you scared the crap out of me Dowsling" he said to his fellow fire fighter.
"Sorry" he whispered, I saw you go past and I had an idea, but couldn't do it myself." Dowsling finished
telling Jimmy and they went to work.
"Do you hear that?" Faith asked Bosco.
"Hear what?"
"The crackling, I think it's coming from the radio"
"That's nuts Faith, the radio is off" he commented, searching the streets.
"Not that radio, our radio" Faith rolled her eyes.
He paused, "Yeah, someone's call must not be coming in clear"
"It's been going for the past few minutes though"
Bosco shrugged.
This was gonna work. They could do it with two people, they could. We're healthy, uninjured and strong,
he told himself. He said a short prayer, rolling on to the top of the truck. If it didn't, the force could throw
him.. who knows. A lot of people could get hurt.
"Shut up Jimmy" he muttered to himself. Just do it. He stood on the truck and opened the release all the
way, bracing himself as the pressure picked up and cold, fast moving water hit the crowd of people below
him.
"Central to 55-David"
"55-David, I'm still at a domestic" Bosco looked at the clock. He'd been at the 'domestic' for over an hour
now.
"55-David, have you heard from 55-Charlie? They were responding to an MVA and haven't radioed Central
since one-eight-three-one."
"Central, I have not heard from them-" he paused, looking at the clock, it was now just after seven. They'd
been off the air for half hour which was unusual for Sully. His motto was solve the problem and leave.
"Central, I'm just finishing up here would you like me to report to their last known location?"
"That's a positive, 55-david"
Bosco shared a look with Faith. "Half hour?" she asked. He nodded and flipped on lights and sirens.
Everything was wet. It looked like there'd been a flash flood in the midst of New York City that had sent
people scrambling for cover. A lot of people, Bosco noted.
"What the-" Faith began, looking around.
"Hell is Doherty doing?" Bosco finished her sentence.
Doherty was standing on top of the firetruck, hose in his hand with the water off. Bosco was paying so
little attention to the road he slammed on the brakes as a person flew on to the hood, looking through the
windshield with a look of terror he fled.
"Where did all these people come from?" Faith asked.
"How the hell should I know?" Boz replied, stopping the car where emergency workers were standing.
Though they'd had a bit of a late entrance, Sully was glad to see another cruiser pulling up. It wasn't until
they got out of the car that Sul saw it was Faith and Bosco.
"What happened?" Bosco asked, looking around the now desolate and wet street.
"A mob of people placed a fake emergency call, when we responded they just gathered around us till
Doherty washed em all away"
Bosco stood there, steaming. "Any descriptions?"
"Yeah" Davis intervened, " There were a lotta them"
Bosco glared. "What the hell for?"
"You said it yourself Boz, the people are mad about that little girl"
"We're guessing that was the gest of it" Sully said, turning to Doherty as he walked towards the group. He
didn't say a word, but embraced Kim as she went to him.
"Thanks Doherty, We all owe you one" Sully said, walking away.
"Wait, that's it, we just, leave it like this?" Ty asked, trailing after him.
"What are we supposed to do, put the whole of NYC under arrest?" Sully asked sarcastically.
When Ty didn't reply he continued to the cruiser, "Let's get back to work"
"And keep the streets safe under what risk?" Someone asked. A few of the workers agreed.
"Any call could be fake, we can't respond without back up to any location now, it was a crowd this time,
what will it be next, a bullet in the head?"
Sully turned around, "If you guys want to stand here and complain, fine, I'm going back on patrol. I'm also
going to watch my back before I get myself in to a situation" he commented, getting in to the RMP. Davis
followed.
"I owe you an apology Davis" Sully said, staring straight out the windshield.
"It's alright"
"No, I do, you were right, we should have waited to see what was going on."
"Sully, it's fine, we'll just, be careful next time"
"Yea" he said solemnly, turning the key.
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Ty could feel everyone's hands pulling at him, clawing, and no matter how hard he fought he couldn't get
back out of the crowd, was only pulled further in. He tried to locate Jimmy again, but the fire fighter had
disappeared. His radio was gone, and all he could see were angry faces.
Jimmy finally fell to the ground and began to crawl through the sea of legs, trying to get out of the crowd. If
he could get back to the truck.. he might be able to do something. He knew he could do something. He just
had to get there.
Sully was thrown to the ground, and he looked at his location. He seemed to be in the middle of it all. No
one was doing much here, except for standing in a tight circle. He saw a commotion and winced as Davis
came crashing though and hit the ground. Someone from the circle stepped forward, dragging him to the
centre. For the first time Sully could see a firetruck. A firetruck among other emergency workers, stripped of
their gear.
"Sully, you okay?" Kim asked, leaning over. Sully nodded.
There was Kim, Carlos, Doc, Davis, DK and a few other firefighters Sully didn't really know. Probably from
the same truck as DK, which meant Jimmy was probably here too.
"Jimmy here?" he asked.
"Yea, I think he might of made it out" Kim commented.
"Everyone here okay?" Sully asked.
"We think DK might have a broken arm, Davis looks like he's got some cuts, that's about it, they haven't
really hurt us-"
"Just surrounded us as an angry mob, right?" Sully asked sarcastically.
There was a brief silence, and then soemthing that sounded like.... water.
Jimmy had gotten out. He stuck low to the ground, crouching behind the circle and heading back to the
truck, hoping to god he wouldn't be seen again. Kim was in there somewhere. Kim. His heart ached.
Someone grabbed him on the shoulder and he turned, quickly.
"Shit, you scared the crap out of me Dowsling" he said to his fellow fire fighter.
"Sorry" he whispered, I saw you go past and I had an idea, but couldn't do it myself." Dowsling finished
telling Jimmy and they went to work.
"Do you hear that?" Faith asked Bosco.
"Hear what?"
"The crackling, I think it's coming from the radio"
"That's nuts Faith, the radio is off" he commented, searching the streets.
"Not that radio, our radio" Faith rolled her eyes.
He paused, "Yeah, someone's call must not be coming in clear"
"It's been going for the past few minutes though"
Bosco shrugged.
This was gonna work. They could do it with two people, they could. We're healthy, uninjured and strong,
he told himself. He said a short prayer, rolling on to the top of the truck. If it didn't, the force could throw
him.. who knows. A lot of people could get hurt.
"Shut up Jimmy" he muttered to himself. Just do it. He stood on the truck and opened the release all the
way, bracing himself as the pressure picked up and cold, fast moving water hit the crowd of people below
him.
"Central to 55-David"
"55-David, I'm still at a domestic" Bosco looked at the clock. He'd been at the 'domestic' for over an hour
now.
"55-David, have you heard from 55-Charlie? They were responding to an MVA and haven't radioed Central
since one-eight-three-one."
"Central, I have not heard from them-" he paused, looking at the clock, it was now just after seven. They'd
been off the air for half hour which was unusual for Sully. His motto was solve the problem and leave.
"Central, I'm just finishing up here would you like me to report to their last known location?"
"That's a positive, 55-david"
Bosco shared a look with Faith. "Half hour?" she asked. He nodded and flipped on lights and sirens.
Everything was wet. It looked like there'd been a flash flood in the midst of New York City that had sent
people scrambling for cover. A lot of people, Bosco noted.
"What the-" Faith began, looking around.
"Hell is Doherty doing?" Bosco finished her sentence.
Doherty was standing on top of the firetruck, hose in his hand with the water off. Bosco was paying so
little attention to the road he slammed on the brakes as a person flew on to the hood, looking through the
windshield with a look of terror he fled.
"Where did all these people come from?" Faith asked.
"How the hell should I know?" Boz replied, stopping the car where emergency workers were standing.
Though they'd had a bit of a late entrance, Sully was glad to see another cruiser pulling up. It wasn't until
they got out of the car that Sul saw it was Faith and Bosco.
"What happened?" Bosco asked, looking around the now desolate and wet street.
"A mob of people placed a fake emergency call, when we responded they just gathered around us till
Doherty washed em all away"
Bosco stood there, steaming. "Any descriptions?"
"Yeah" Davis intervened, " There were a lotta them"
Bosco glared. "What the hell for?"
"You said it yourself Boz, the people are mad about that little girl"
"We're guessing that was the gest of it" Sully said, turning to Doherty as he walked towards the group. He
didn't say a word, but embraced Kim as she went to him.
"Thanks Doherty, We all owe you one" Sully said, walking away.
"Wait, that's it, we just, leave it like this?" Ty asked, trailing after him.
"What are we supposed to do, put the whole of NYC under arrest?" Sully asked sarcastically.
When Ty didn't reply he continued to the cruiser, "Let's get back to work"
"And keep the streets safe under what risk?" Someone asked. A few of the workers agreed.
"Any call could be fake, we can't respond without back up to any location now, it was a crowd this time,
what will it be next, a bullet in the head?"
Sully turned around, "If you guys want to stand here and complain, fine, I'm going back on patrol. I'm also
going to watch my back before I get myself in to a situation" he commented, getting in to the RMP. Davis
followed.
"I owe you an apology Davis" Sully said, staring straight out the windshield.
"It's alright"
"No, I do, you were right, we should have waited to see what was going on."
"Sully, it's fine, we'll just, be careful next time"
"Yea" he said solemnly, turning the key.